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Friday, April 30, 2010
meet me in the bathroom
Don't you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about. And they don't realise it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you'd rather forget. But you can't say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They'd know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside. ...... And no one even notices.
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Friday, April 30, 2010
meet me in the bathroom
Don't you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about. And they don't realise it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you'd rather forget. But you can't say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They'd know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside. ...... And no one even notices.
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